Honey

Tricks

My mind is playing tricks on me
Or at least I think
Can't you see it sitting there?
It's right above the sink
For behind it appeared only black
To be facing its back

It's eyes are dull
And sunken
It's mind must be slow and sluggish
'Can it even think?'
It's thin mouth set
In a placid unwelcoming frown

Your skin, as I see it
Is a dim and hollow grey
And so I see it fit
That I can simply sit
And admire your imperfections
Faced in all my directions

'I'm going mad'
I started to think
As I sat in front of the glass
I could've sworn I saw it wink
For it felt as if time
had never even passed
For me and the thing
Above the sink

I stared for so long
I didn't even realize I had turned
Cold
And dim
And grey
And I did not think
This thing above the sink
Could get anymore grey

I then woke with eyes already open
The lights were harsh and white
Behind me against my back
Appeared to be only black
And I glanced up and saw
What I had craved
In bright blue eyes
To sustain what is now my grey
Then I waited for her
To cave

I just stared
And took what was there
What I did not expect
Was this small flicker
Of her conscience trying to deflect
Then her mouth parted
Lips in a devious smile
And I kid you not
Not the best scholar could
Predict for her to then utter the words
'bE gOne thOt'

- your guess is as good as mine idk wtf I'm doing I have no idea what I wanted this to be